Early morning. Very early. Frank traveling, so he is quite active in the early hours. First, I hear him drilling his tight muscles with the Theragun. Then, the steam shower, the bathroom lights, the Australian Open on the television. I kind of laugh to myself. And I don’t mind, really. Glad to have this time with him before he goes. And he’s so patient with my noise at night, never complaining while he’s trying to sleep and Wave and I are playing dinosaurs in the bedroom. So, I wrote, revising the piece I worked on this weekend, but it’s prose now, so I won’t bring it to poetry workshop in the morning. Then, my hour swim. A walk with Charlie in the wetlands in my rain boots which get filled with icy water. I just dump them out and keep on. Today is a declutter day of some rooms and that takes me a long time, moving things up and down two flights of stairs. I ask everyone how a chicken pot pie for dinner sounds, and it’s a resounding yes. So I make a wonderful one, comes out just right. And Wave is home, and my son joins us too. I manage to get a poem revision done after dinner somehow, and it’s sent off. I am sitting on the couch in my room tonight with Wave when he notices the rain has become gigantic flakes of snow. We pretend that he will have to ride the snow plow to school tomorrow.